Hello, my name is Jessica.
I love the sound of wind in the leaves, the laughter of family & friends, walking in the woods, and a cup of mint tea, fresh from the garden.
I love a good story, and a word of encouragement.
A Walk In The Garden
Welcome to my digital Eden. I plant interesting and odd things between these rows of pixels and see what grows.
If I gave you a smile, if you find something uplifting, something of worth, then my time was well spent.
If you have something you’d like to share, drop me a note.
Lines Written in Early Spring
William Wordsworth (1798)
I heard a thousand blended notes,
While in a grove I sate reclined…
The birds around me hopped and played,
Their thoughts I cannot measure:–
But the least motion which they made
It seemed a thrill of pleasure.
The budding twigs spread out their fan,
To catch the breezy air;
And I must think, do all I can,
That there was pleasure there.”
Joyce Kilmer. 1886–1918
I THINK that I shall never see
A poem lovely as a tree.
A tree that looks at God all day,
And lifts her leafy arms to pray;
A tree that may in summer wear
A nest of robins in her hair;
Upon whose bosom snow has lain;
Who intimately lives with rain.
Poems are made by fools like me,
But only God can make a tree.